The tree is the preacher who taught me earnestly. I revere every tree, whether it is a gathering or a family tree, and whether it grows in a reckless primeval forest or in a small grove. However, what I admire the most is the towering tree that stands alone! They are like a lonely man, but they are not a gentleman who has been reclusive because of a weakness, but like a great man who has been put in a lonely situation, like Beethoven, like Nietzsche. Their treetops rattle the whole world, and their roots lie in eternity. But it does not indulge in this eternity, but devotes its whole life to the pursuit of one goal: to fulfill the qualities and morals that they are born with and inhabit them, to establish their own image, to express themselves. There is nothing in the world that is as sacred and perfect as a tall and strong tree. If there is a sawn tree that bare its fatal wounds in the sun, then you can read its whole history on that bright stump, its tombstone: the rings and scars that faithfully record every struggle, every sickness, every pain, and, of course, all happiness. They record the whole process of its growth, the years of hunger and poverty, the years of abundance, and the attacks that have been overcome and the storms that have survived. Thus, every farmer's son knows that the hardest trees, and thus the most precious materials, have the tightest rings. They know that the tree that has grown on the top of the mountain is the indestructible, thunderous, and exemplary pillar of the world.

Every tree is a sacred thing, and whoever can talk to them and listen to their hearts will be able to return to their roots. They are not babbling at you about some precepts and remedies, they set aside individual phenomena and teach you the primordial essence of life.

This tree will tell you that there is a core, a spark, a thought in my body, and I am the life of eternal life. Dare to try, dare to succeed - the success that the Eternal Mother and I have achieved by risking together, this is what sets me apart; My body, the veins and veins of my skin are also unparalleled in the world; My eyelashes—the slight flutter of the leaves, and the tiny scars on my skin, are nothing short of like that. My vocation is to shape eternity and express eternity with a typical personality.

That tree will tell you that my strength is trust. I don't know anything about my predecessors, and I don't know anything about the thousands of children and grandchildren who are born to me every year. I've spent my whole life experiencing all the mysteries of my seed, and there's nothing else to ask for. I believe that God is in me. I believe that my mission is sacred, and I live in this trust.

If we are sad, if we lose the strength to live, then there will be a tree that tells us: Peace! Calm! Look at me, life is not easy, life is not difficult! That's childlike innocence. Let God speak to your heart and you will be quiet. You have desires because the path you are taking leads you to a place that turns away from your mother, away from your homeland. But every step, every day, will lead you back to your motherhood

Side. Hometown is neither here nor there, hometown is in your heart, nowhere else to be found.

Whenever I listen to the rustle of the woods in the evening breeze, there is a longing to roam that grabs my heart. If you listen to it quietly for a little longer, you will know that at their core, in their minds, there is also this desire to roam. This desire is not an escape from pain, as it seems, but a desire to yearn for one's hometown, for one's mother's memory, for a new life. This desire leads us to our way home. Every road leads to the homeland, every step is a birth, every step is a death, and every tomb is a mother.

If we are afraid of our childlike innocence, the trees will whisper in the evening breeze. The woods have long-term thoughts, both lengthy and calm, because they live longer than we do. They were wiser than us before we learned to listen to them, but when we learned to listen to them, the shortness, the rapidity of our thoughts, and the childlike rapidity of our minds won us unprecedented luck. Only after you learn to listen to the trees will you not want to be a tree and will be satisfied with your current situation. This is hometown, this is happiness.

The tree is the preacher who taught me earnestly. I revere every tree, whether it is a gathering or a family tree, and whether it grows in a reckless primeval forest or in a small grove. However, what I admire the most is the towering tree that stands alone! They are like a lonely man, but they are not a gentleman who has been reclusive because of a weakness, but like a great man who has been put in a lonely situation, like Beethoven, like Nietzsche. Their treetops rattle the whole world, and their roots lie in eternity. But it does not indulge in this eternity, but devotes its whole life to the pursuit of one goal: to fulfill the qualities and morals that they are born with and inhabit them, to establish their own image, to express themselves. There is nothing in the world that is as sacred and perfect as a tall and strong tree. If there is a sawn tree that bare its fatal wounds in the sun, then you can read its whole history on that bright stump, its tombstone: the rings and scars that faithfully record every struggle, every sickness, every pain, and, of course, all happiness. They record the whole process of its growth, the years of hunger and poverty, the years of abundance, and the attacks that have been overcome and the storms that have survived. Thus, every farmer's son knows that the hardest trees, and thus the most precious materials, have the tightest rings. They know that the tree that has grown on the top of the mountain is the indestructible, thunderous, and exemplary pillar of the world.

Every tree is a sacred thing, and whoever can talk to them and listen to their hearts will be able to return to their roots. They are not babbling at you about some precepts and remedies, they set aside individual phenomena and teach you the primordial essence of life.

This tree will tell you that there is a core, a bunch in my body

A spark, a thought, I am the life of eternal life. Dare to try, dare to succeed - the success that the Eternal Mother and I have achieved by risking together, this is what sets me apart; My body, the veins and veins of my skin are also unparalleled in the world; My eyelashes—the slight flutter of the leaves, and the tiny scars on my skin, are nothing short of like that. My vocation is to shape eternity and express eternity with a typical personality.

That tree will tell you that my strength is trust. I don't know anything about my predecessors, and I don't know anything about the thousands of children and grandchildren who are born to me every year. I've spent my whole life experiencing all the mysteries of my seed, and there's nothing else to ask for. I believe that God is in me. I believe that my mission is sacred, and I live in this trust.

If we are sad, if we lose the strength to live, then there will be a tree that tells us: Peace! Calm! Look at me, life is not easy, life is not difficult! That's childlike innocence. Let God speak to your heart and you will be quiet. You have desires because the path you are taking leads you to a place that turns away from your mother, away from your homeland. But every step, every day will lead you back to your mother. Hometown is neither here nor there, hometown is in your heart, nowhere else to be found.

Whenever I listen to the rustle of the woods in the evening breeze, there is a longing to roam that grabs my heart. If you listen to it quietly for a little longer, you will know that at their core, in their minds, there is also this desire to roam. This desire is not an escape from pain, as it seems, but a desire to yearn for one's hometown, for one's mother's memory, for a new life. This desire leads us to our way home. Every road leads to the homeland, every step is a birth, every step is a death, and every tomb is a mother.

If we are afraid of our childlike innocence, the trees will whisper in the evening breeze. The woods have long-term thoughts, both lengthy and calm, because they live longer than we do. They were wiser than us before we learned to listen to them, but when we learned to listen to them, the shortness, the rapidity of our thoughts, and the childlike rapidity of our minds won us unprecedented luck. Only after you learn to listen to the trees will you not want to be a tree and will be satisfied with your current situation. This is hometown, this is happiness.

If we are sad, if we lose the strength to live, then there will be a tree that tells us: Peace! Calm! Look at me, life is not easy, life is not difficult! That's childlike innocence. Let God speak to your heart and you will be quiet. You have desires because the path you are taking leads you to a place that turns away from your mother, away from your homeland. But every step, every day will lead you back to your mother. Hometown is neither here nor there, hometown is in your heart, nowhere else to be found.

Whenever I listen to the rustle of the woods in the evening breeze, there is a longing to roam that grabs my heart. If you listen to it quietly.

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